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Fiona opened her mouth wide and slid him in as far as she
could before locking her lips around him. His hips bucked and he reached down
to squeeze one of her lace-covered breasts.

Suddenly he moved his fingers back into her hair and used it
to pull himself free of her mouth. “You’re very good at that,” he ground out.

He pushed her gently back onto the bed and then slid her up
with strong arms. He watched her face as he spread her legs and settled between
them.

His skin was hot to the touch and she wrapped her arms
around him. He lowered his mouth to kiss her and she could still taste herself
on his tongue. He pushed the cups of her bra down and her breasts spilled free.
Her nipples tightened into hard buds, begging for his attention.

She raised her hips, seeking him as he sucked a pink nipple
into his warm mouth.

He pulled away slightly and rolled the condom on with one
hand.

“Is that what you want?” he asked. His voice was husky and
close to her ear as he rubbed the tip of his cock on her wet entrance.

“Yes,” she groaned, “I want it now!” He gripped her hips and
slid into her, holding her still as she bucked, trying to get him in farther,
but he had stopped after the first inch. “More!” she screamed at him and dug
her nails into his back.

Bracing on his arms, he plunged into her, sinking to the
hilt and ripping a scream from Fiona’s throat. Her muscles clenched around him,
making her tighter and her wetness spread to their thighs. He pulled out and
drove into her again and her mind went numb as her body was overtaken by
pleasure.

 

Dropping his head into her curls, Trent held on to the last
shreds of his control.

He held himself still, buried fully inside her until her
clenching and fluttering subsided. It felt so good he would have been happy to
stay there forever. Then he rose above her to look down into her passion-filled
eyes and she whispered, “More.”

Smiling at her, he began to move again, slow and deep at
first, sinking all the way in and then pulling right to the edge of falling
out. But then she started moaning and reached up to fondle her own breasts and
pinch her nipples.

It was so fucking hot, seeing her small hands covering her
own firm tits. He increased his tempo, plunging in and out, over and over,
their cries growing louder as the slapping of bodies got faster and faster.

Fiona screamed first, her body convulsing and her juices
dripping down between her legs. Trent pumped once more and erupted inside her,
shouting, “Yes, yes!” as he sank his fingers into her hips.

She held him after he collapsed on top of her and for once
in his life he didn’t immediately get up and head for the door.

Chapter Three

 

Fiona awoke hours later. The sun was just starting to stream
through the bedroom windows. She moved to stretch and realized several things
at once. First there was something heavy around her waist and she could feel
warmth blowing on her neck. Then there was a suddenly swelling hardness that
was nestled comfortably against her ass.

He hadn’t left as he was supposed to. She was sure she had
whispered the spell after they had woken and had sex again in the night. Maybe
she had been too sexually satisfied to say the words properly, although that
would have been a first.

Maybe it had been exhaustion, which was probably more
likely. After all, she wasn’t used to having six or seven orgasms in one night.
The man sure knew his way around a woman. She wished, for the first time, that
she could keep him around.

Deciding she would just enjoy the morning and not think too
much about why he was still here, she absorbed the feeling of his strong arms
around her. Her core immediately quivered in response to his swelling erection.
Rolling onto her back, she took her time gazing at him while he slept.

His rough jaw was covered in stubble and she could still
feel the brush of it between her thighs. He had a strong nose that looked as
though it might have been broken a time or two. His dark eyebrows slashed
dramatically over eyes she knew were a deep green.

She got a better look at the scars on the left side. She
didn’t think they detracted from his sexiness. They started just above his
eyebrow and continued down his cheek, coming to an end on his neck. She may not
know what had caused them but she knew he had been lucky.

She ran her fingers over his chest and down along his belly.
The man was sexy as hell and she wanted him again. Looking back up at his face,
she stared into the clear green of his eyes that had suddenly opened.

Nervousness assailed her. She couldn’t remember the last
time she had a man in her bed when she woke. She had safely moved them on their
way long before the sun rose.

“Morning.” His voice was thick and rough and he reached out
to roll her on him. Straddling his hips, she smiled down at him, waiting for
him to make the next move.

 

Trent couldn’t believe it but she was even more gorgeous
this morning. Waking up next to a woman who looked better in the daylight was
something he honestly couldn’t say had happened to him before. Usually after
the effects of the alcohol wore off and the excitement of a first encounter was
gone he found that women were different when the sun came up than they were the
night before. He normally liked to be up and gone before the awkwardness of the
break of day came along.

He was very thankful he had been too exhausted to do
anything but throw his arms around her and sleep. Otherwise he would have
missed this.

He looked his fill of her in the morning light, her high,
firm breasts and pale-pink nipples. Her golden-red curls caught the sun and
turned to fire around her face, and her dark-brown eyes stared back at him,
letting him take his time looking.

Last night had been amazing. He would remember it, and her,
for a long time to come. Gazing into her eyes, he did notice one thing about
her that he had only touched on the night before.

She held herself back. She may let it all go in the throes
of passion but otherwise she held herself in check. She was never going to let
him get any closer than she wanted him to be.

He suddenly wondered what it would be like if she did let it
all go, with him. He had a feeling it would be worth climbing the walls she had
erected around herself.

Her tits kept drawing his gaze back to them and he reached
to pinch her small nipples. They hardened and stood at attention, just waiting
for his tongue. Her head rolled back and her long hair brushed his thighs,
making him harder.

He fumbled with another condom and smiled up at her when he
heard her chuckle.

Not wanting to wait another second, he gripped her hips and
slid home in her wet, waiting body. She was so tight he wanted to come right
then but he couldn’t bring himself to disappoint this woman who had given him
the best sexual encounter of his life.

Rocking his body, he groaned when she ground herself on him,
taking him deeper. Filling his hands with her tits, he busied himself massaging
and tweaking her nipples as she rode him, slowly at first and then harder and
faster until he flipped her on her back and plunged into her.

“Yes!” she moaned up at him, urging him on and meeting his
thrusts. She dug her fingernails into his back, the pain only making his
pleasure more intense. He felt her tighten and squeeze, sending him over the
edge and making him come deep inside her.

Rolling onto his back next to her, breathing heavy, he let
his thoughts wander. She seemed to love sinking her nails into his back and she
liked it when he pulled her hair. Maybe next weekend he could get her to try
some of the other things he wanted to do. Like tying her to the bed or spanking
her perfectly rounded ass.

The thoughts made him hard again and he sat up just as his
stomach growled in hunger. He heard her giggle as she got up to slip on a
dark-blue silk robe. “Hungry, big boy?”

“It seems that our activities have left me with an
appetite,” he told her as he laced his fingers behind his head and watched her
move about the room.

“I guess I will have to feed you. Go ahead and take a shower
if you want, I’ll meet you in the kitchen.” She lightly trailed a finger down
his chest but he caught her hand.

“Don’t do that unless you’re ready for another round.”

She smiled at him but moved away, giving him his answer. He
watched her until she was out of sight and then he heaved himself out of bed
and headed for her shower.

 

Fiona needed to distance herself from him for a few minutes.
She liked all of this a little too much and she didn’t want to set her heart up
for pain. Even if he didn’t mean to he would cause her hurt if she let him get
too close.

Leaving the sexy man in her bedroom, she went down to make
them some breakfast. Taking out a skillet, she fried some bacon and then
started some eggs. The smell of the food made her realize how hungry she was as
well.

Deciding to make toast too, she flitted about the kitchen
getting dishes out and minding the stove. If things were out of reach she
didn’t stop to think about holding out her hand and the spatula floating across
the room to land in it. She was too caught up in the memories of last night.

But it all came rushing back when she heard the shocked,
“What the fuck?” behind her. She whirled around and saw the confusion on
Trent’s face. He was still damp from the shower and was wearing nothing but his
jeans. Taking a deep breath and turning back to the stove, she tried to stay
calm and act as if nothing had happened, even if her heart felt as though it
were going to pound out of her chest.

“Fiona?” She didn’t turn at the question in his voice. She
felt him come closer and she moved to slide eggs and bacon onto plates. Turning
to hand him one, she kept her gaze averted. She didn’t want to see the
questions swirling in his eyes that she couldn’t answer.

“Here you go, eat up before it gets cold.” She went to the
breakfast nook beside the windows and sat, taking a bite of her food,
struggling to act normal when really she was so nervous her insides were
shaking. This was exactly why she used the spell.

He stood for a moment and she could feel his intent stare.
He suddenly seemed to come to a decision and sat down across from her. She felt
his eyes on her and when he finally picked up his fork to eat she breathed a
sigh of relief. She was hoping he would just let it go. Most would and she
mentally kicked herself for not being more careful.

He finished his food and pushed his plate away. “So are you
going to tell me about your little kitchen trick?” Damn, she really didn’t want
to talk about this and she suddenly had a hard lump in her throat.

She knew what she had to do. She had done it before but it
didn’t hurt any less.

“I’m not sure what you are talking about,” she told him but
he remained quiet. “Unfortunately I don’t think our little tryst can go any
further than last night,” she blurted out.

He still just sat there quietly, his intense gaze searching
her face for something she hoped he would never find.

“Look, I can see that you aren’t used to letting people get
close but I want an explanation,” he demanded.

“What makes you think I owe you anything? My business is
just that, my business. I think it’s time that you left.” Keeping her voice
even around the lump that was clogging it was a challenge but she thought she
did okay. She blinked rapidly to keep the tears at bay. What was wrong with
her? Almost blubbering all over herself after one night with a man? It must be
getting on to that time of the month.

She braced herself for the anger he would surely release but
it never came. He stared at her carefully for a few more seconds and then rose
from the table. Heading for the door, he picked up his rumpled t-shirt that was
still lying there from the night before. Slipping his feet into his boots and
not bothering to tie them up, he reached for the handle.

She saw him hesitate and then turn back to her. “I thought that
I had been leading a lonely life by not letting my emotions get involved but
you have me beat by a long shot.” With that puzzling comment he closed the door
behind him and walked out of her life. She told herself it was better this way,
that he had seen too much, but the tears flowed freely down her cheeks anyway.

Chapter Four

 

Trent walked back toward the bar where he had left his bike
the night before, channeling his anger into his steps. He had gone several
blocks before he realized he hadn’t had a woman get to him like this since…
Well, never. No woman had ever gotten under his skin so effectively in so short
a time. He lived by the love-’em-and-leave-’em policy, rarely ever spending
more than one night with a woman.

She was gorgeous, no doubt about that, and she had a body
that was made for loving. Her hair was a glorious mass that drew him like a
moth to a flame. It was an unusual color, a color he had only seen on one other
person in his life. His grandmother’s best friend, Eleanor.

He stopped dead in his tracks as childhood memories came to
him, rolling over each other and exploding behind his eyes. Lost memories of
spending weekends with his grandmother and Eleanor, of helping in the garden
and playing in the woods behind the house, of the conversations between them
that would suddenly die when he came within earshot.

Then other things came to him, such as how his granny opened
doors with her hands full without touching them. The television switching off
when she deemed it time for him to sleep, even if she had been in the other
room. He never thought those things had been odd, they had just been normal.
How could he have forgotten?

Eleanor had been his granny’s closest friend for as long as
he could remember. Granny had written him when Eleanor had died last year but
he had been away on an assignment and couldn’t make the funeral. But her hair
had been the same flaming red as Fiona’s. Add to that her little trick this
morning in the kitchen and he figured there had to be a connection.

He wasn’t sure what he was going to do about it but first
things first, he needed to talk to his granny. Pulling out his cell phone, he
dialed her number and waited while it only rang half a ring before it was
answered.

“Trent, dear, how are you?” Her voice hadn’t changed at all
and he smiled.

“I’m fine, Granny, how are you?”

“I’m wonderful, but don’t bother with the small talk. Go
ahead with your questions.”

He was silent for a moment. Her uncanny knack to get right
to the heart of the matter had always been brushed aside by his family. They
all thought her to be a little off her rocker. But that was why he loved her
so. She didn’t care what others thought and had always walked her own path. She
had inspired him to do the same.

“I’m not sure where to begin.”

“You’ve met her, haven’t you?” The question was quiet.

“Who?” She couldn’t possibly be talking about Fiona.

He heard a deep sigh on the other end. “I think it’s time that
we had a little talk, Trent, when can you come?”

Since he didn’t have a job and had just planned on going
home, there was no time like the present. “Today, I’m on my way.”

“I’ll be waiting.” She disconnected first and a sense of
foreboding stole over him. What had that been about? Now he had more questions
instead of answers and he wasn’t going to just let it ride. Jogging the rest of
the way to the bar, he got on his custom-made dark-blue-and-chrome motorcycle
and headed for his granny’s.

As soon as the engine roared to life he felt better. It was
always like that with his bike. It was his favorite possession and the one he
had no problem lavishing time and money on. The motorcycle was reliable and
never caused him to have confusing thoughts, unlike a certain redhead who had
come slamming into his life.

* * * * *

Fiona spent the rest of the day telling herself it was silly
to be so upset over a man whom she had only known for the span of twelve hours.
But no matter how much she wanted to believe it, it wasn’t true. It had hurt to
send him on his way.

Suddenly the house was too quiet and she roamed around
restlessly. With nothing better to do and her mind pleading for something to
keep busy, she went in to write. She might as well start another book. Her
editor would be pleased at least, even if her heart wasn’t in it.

It took her a while to get into it but then the words began
to pour out and her fingers flew over the keyboard of her laptop. It was a
different story than what she normally wrote, a tale of love and hatred, a
battle of wills and a stubborn man. No vampires and no killing.

It was good and the story consumed her. She wrote long into
the night. After sleeping halfway through the next day she wrote some more. The
days slid together and she did okay holding her thoughts of Trent at bay, when
she was awake anyway.

Otherwise her dreams were filled with him and what terrified
her most was that they weren’t all sexual. In some of them they simply sat
together in her breakfast nook and she didn’t have to hide herself away from
him. She dreamed she used her skills in front of him and he simply smiled at
her and reached out to take her hand.

Shaking it off, she went back to her writing and lost
herself in it once again but when she closed her eyes to picture the male
character only Trent’s face would show itself.

* * * * *

Trent made great time to the little town his grandmother
lived on the outskirts of. His apartment was only a little more than a half
hour away but he didn’t see Granny much. He pulled into her long dirt driveway
and a smile split his features. He had always loved it here. The trees closed
in overhead and blocked out some of the sun. The birds made a chorus of sounds
around him when he shut off his bike.

He wasn’t surprised to see her standing on the porch waiting
for him. She was small but sturdy and wore her hair in a no-nonsense knot at
the base of her neck. If it was grayer than he remembered, it was the only part
of her that had seemed to change.

He would come and see her more often now that he was
discharged, he promised himself.

“Come on in.” She turned and went into the house, a large
orange-and-white cat following close at her heels.

Following behind her, he stopped at the open screen door. As
he stepped through it, it closed behind him. Maybe he was losing his mind.

He followed her to the kitchen where she ordered him to sit
and then she put a glass of lemonade in front of him.

She sat down across from him and folded her arms on top of
the scarred wooden table. He couldn’t help but look back at the screen door
that had stood open for him. When he met his grandmother’s clear, green eyes
they were narrowed at him and he wondered what he had done. He remembered that
look too well from childhood.

“Look, Granny, I just need some answers.”

“I have a feeling that you aren’t going to be asking the
right questions. I think I will start at the beginning so that you will be sure
to understand.”

He nodded and knew she would do this her own way or no way
at all.

“I see that you have noticed something about me that I’m
sure you have many memories to support. I’m just going to put it out there. I’m
a natural witch. A telekinetic natural witch.” He started to interrupt but she
held up a hand. “Let me finish. I was born with this, I didn’t sell my soul to
the devil to acquire it and I have lived with the secret for many years. I’m
only telling you now because it may prevent you from making the biggest mistake
of your life.”

“And what would that be?” He saw her eyes narrow and he was
suddenly afraid he was missing something big. He felt as if he should know what
it was but somehow it seemed just out of reach.

He was trying to decide if she was pissed at him or maybe
just trying to figure something out. Unexpectedly she jumped from her seat and
moved to one of the overflowing bookshelves that lined her living room. She
pulled a relatively new book from the shelf and brought it over to the table
with her. It was one he recognized, one that was on his own bookshelf at his
small apartment.

It was one of his favorites. He had read it several times
and others that had been written by the same author. He couldn’t guess what she
was trying to get across when she dropped it on the table and looked at him
expectantly. It was about an underworld of vampires and a warrior woman who
hunted them.

He sat quietly, not sure what she expected of him. “Do you
know this book, Trent?”

He hesitated, not sure how it mattered one way or the other.
“I’ve read it.”

She heaved a sigh and pushed the book across the table to
him. Opening the cover, she pointed to the write-up about the author and the
picture accompanying it. He felt the air leave his lungs in a rush. It was
Fiona.

She did say she was a writer and she never did tell him what
she wrote. He loved this series of books. The strong, beautiful vampire hunter
searched out her revenge for the man she had loved and lost. They had a lot of
action and after the heroine had lost her husband her sexual exploits were
intriguing to say the least.

That meant he had spent the night having the most amazing
sex of his life with his favorite author. While that was an exciting thing to
think about he still didn’t understand why his grandmother was staring at him,
waiting for him to say something.

“Okay, so I met her. Care to explain to me what the hell is
going on?”

“Trent, you already know what’s going on.”

Irritation tensed his muscles. Through gritted teeth he
said, “Granny, explain yourself! And quit speaking in riddles, you know I hate
that!”

“All right, all right. Don’t get your boxers in a twist.”
She raised her eyes to his. “Do you remember Eleanor?”

“Yeah, you two spent a lot of time together when I was a
kid.”

“Fiona is her granddaughter and the stories Fiona writes are
about Eleanor and her adventures.”

“Really? So you’re telling me that there are really vampires
and that your friend Eleanor was a hunter?”

“Why is that so hard to believe? I’m a witch and so was she.
Granted Eleanor had a different kind of specialty but she was a witch
nonetheless. Just like Fiona.”

“Fiona is a witch? Like a real witch?” he asked in shock.

“Yes, like a real witch. Don’t be stupid, Trent, you know I
hate that,” she said with a small, knowing smile.

“So even if I did believe in all of this, what does it have
to do with me?”

She reached out to take his hand and said, “Trent, you and
Fiona are destined to be together, soul mates if you want a name for it.”

“And you know this how?” She couldn’t be serious. It was
crazy to think like that.

“When Fiona was a baby Eleanor brought her here to meet us.
You were about three. You stood staring at her for the longest time and then
you looked at me and said, “Granny, I’m going to marry her someday.” I wouldn’t
have thought anything about it but Eleanor’s gift was to see things that most
don’t. She saw the connection between you two and it was as strong as the
connection between her and the husband she lost.”

“That’s it?” Maybe his granny really was off her rocker.

“No, there were other things that happened and that’s when
we decided that we should keep you apart. It can be dangerous to have that
connection. But it seems that fate has found you anyway.”

Trent didn’t know what to say. He sat quietly, his head
spinning and his stomach churning. She was right, he did have memories to
support her being a witch. It seemed obvious now he knew the truth. So really
he had no reason to doubt the other things she was telling him. But it was hard
to believe fate really did exist and his choices were not his own.

His grandmother sat looking at him, worry turning the small
creases into deep lines on her face. Guilt overcame him. She had raised him
from a baby and she had made many sacrifices for him over the years. He
searched his mind for something that would ease the lines of concern on her
face.

“Telekinetic, Granny? Is that how you moved the rocks out
front for the flowerbed all those years ago?” He had always wondered how she
had done that.

She smiled slightly and nodded. Then something else occurred
to him. “Is Fiona telekinetic too?”

“I’m not sure, it is possible. Why do you ask?”

The memory that had shocked him before now brought a smile
to his face. “I busted her in the kitchen this morning. She held her hand out
for a spoon that was out of reach and it floated right to her.”

“I would say she is then. There is no reasoning to what
special talents we end up with. Fate has a design for us all and we can either
accept what is given to us or ignore it. But it does tend to run in families,”
she told him.

Trent turned this over in his head. Then his thoughts
scattered at his granny’s next question.

“You spent the night with her, Trent?”

Oh lord, here we go.
He really didn’t want to talk
about his sex life with his grandmother. No point in trying to lie about it
now. “Yes, we spent the night together.” His ears went a little red at the
thought of her legs over his shoulders.

“Are you going to see her again?”

He didn’t know how to answer. He wanted to but Fiona had
made her feelings clear this morning. “I’m not sure. Why does it matter?”

“We kept you apart for a reason, Trent. Fiona is intended to
take Eleanor’s place as a hunter. To carry on where her grandmother left off.
She is of age now and the vamps will be looking for her.”

Startled, he stared at her. This was crazy, the whole idea
of it, vampires and witches. But when he looked deep he knew it was true. “What
does any of this have to do with me, Granny?”

“Hunters are doomed to be alone, Trent, and I only tell you
this to protect you.”

“Protect me from what?”

She heaved a sigh that made him feel like an idiot but he
waited for the answer nonetheless. “Think about it. She is a woman hunter and
if she was yours, would you not try and protect her? To put yourself in front
of any danger that came her way? Walk away now and keep your life.”

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